YOU WISH!

MARIANNE

Troy smiled, his gaze sharp and playful. "And I'm supposed to buy that?"

I shrugged, keeping my tone even. "It's up to you." I paused before adding, "I need to buy a car. Can you take me?"

He raised a brow, curiosity edging into his voice. "Why? Is mine not comfortable enough for you anymore?"

I exhaled slowly, not wanting to argue. "What if we have a lot to do and need to go our separate ways? Would you rather I chase after a cab?"

Troy sighed, giving a slight nod. "I guess not."

Thirty minutes later, I found myself behind the wheel of a sleek gray Acura MDX, the weight of the keys in my hand feeling like a small victory. Before I drove off, I placed a few calls—brands I was familiar with, orders I knew would arrive quickly. I arranged for everything to be delivered to the house within the hour, the efficiency of it soothing something restless in me.

I hadn't eaten breakfast, but the thought of food made my stomach turn. Instead, we drove back to the house, Tro